She knew that it was crazy. But there was no one else who would listen to her. She had thought Quinn could be trusted, but after their fight in the auditorium, Rachel doubted that their friendship had ever been real. She couldn’t go to Finn about this, certainly not. He would never listen to her, and it would probably just make him angry. So she turned to the one thing she knew would never fail her – the moon. She realized that staring up at a rock that couldn’t even illuminate itself made her look a little loony, and talking to it certainly didn’t help, but she had to get her worries and thoughts out somewhere, and if this was the only place, well, so be it. “I miss him.” She murmured, biting her bottom lip. “I know I shouldn’t. But I miss him, and sometimes I wonder if he misses me too. Does he ever talk to you? I realize that it is highly doubtful, considering he’s busy in California, and I know you can’t answer me back, but sometimes it’s nice to think about.” She exhaled, wrapping her coat tighter around her. “I still love him.” She admitted. “I don’t remember him as the boy who smashed an egg in my face. That wasn’t Jesse. Jesse was the boy who helped me find my mother, who laughed at all my jokes and understood me. And I still love that Jesse. I know it’s pointless, but…sometimes I dream that he’ll come back to me. And it will be wonderful. And maybe somewhere, he’ll hear this. And he’ll know. Maybe he’s looking up at you right now, and maybe, by some miracle, he’ll know. And he’ll come back.”
still I try to get to you
in hopes you’re on the other side
talking to me too
or am I a fool who sits alone
talking to the moon?
